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noreply@blogger.com (Blogger Gabby) — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 22:01:00 +0000

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Tomorrow is a dream

noreply@blogger.com (Blogger Gabby) — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 12:12:00 +0000

She lives on in her dreams,
Dreams of a childhood,
A childhood with freedom,
Freedom from work;
Work that feeds her family,
Family that would help,
Help from others is her need,
Her need of amenities,
Amenities like food, clothes, shelter and education,
Education that would help secure,
Secure a future without worries,
Worries about her tomorrow,
A tomorrow that would bring life,
Life back to an innocent child…

(On a busy Monday morning, at traffic filled junction. A little girl is busy performing stunts; She belongs to a certain tribe from the north that is involved in performing street circus. As she wriggles into a ring and comes out with a jiggle, the passing crowd just watches on. Some throw a quarter towards her, others look away from her innocent pitiful face. She watches each face in anticipation of some help. A few coins here and there, this would just help her family for today. Her tomorrow is uncertain)

The gift

noreply@blogger.com (thus smiled love) — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 21:33:00 +0000

[Foreword: for best results, try reading it with a French accent]

I had this wonderful girl I admire, who apparently invited me to lunch today. She told me she would cook a special "nouilles de maggie" served with a chilled "l'eau savoureuse da la maison" all for me. Hmmm sounds yummy. I got all excited and ripped my cupboard off searching for that special costume I should be wearing for this special occasion. Not that my charms weren't enough, its just that I had this urge to impress her all over again, it was my first date after all!. Finally I settled down for a black jean and a grey T-shirt. On second thought i did not want the costume to overshadow my charm.

I'm out of my house now... eyes wide open, yet dreaming. This was my first date, so I thought I would get a gift. All I carried was plastic money, but the gift seller wouldn't accept it. All he wanted was argent de papier. I zipped off to the ATM at rue de ashok nagar to draw the argent de papier. I know you would be expecting a simple insert, punch & draw story here. There comes the twist to the whole story...

Outside the ATM hung a board mercilessly grinning at me "TEMPORARILY OUT OF SERVICE", (as if the sun hadn't shown enough mercy towards me...) I checked where the closest ATM was and to my shock I'm informed it is located on rue de abhiramapuram. After a few sulks and sighs, I muster the courage to go for it. rue de abhiramapuram it shall be.

My journey continues, not for long... My cheval had gotten weary, and I had to stop. Oh la la! I was at rue de t.Nagar! Hmmm my delicious memoires of samosas were haunting me. It was already 12.30 noon and my stomach was in a grumpy state. I ventured into the "Auberge Dse Luxe" ... (Ok, if you haven't got a clue of what I'm referring to, dse luxe means 'deluxe' and auberge, 'Inn' in french)... After a refreshing cup of cafe au lait, and samosas-croissant, I proceed to my cheval. You must be wondering who was tired... moi or my cheval... well, no villain am i! I gave my cheval his fill of essence.

Back to the story; As I mount my cheval a stranger approaches me for directions to rue de abhiramapuram. I offer him a lift and proceed on my quest. On reaching rue de abhiramapuram, the stranger leaves, thanking me for the favor.

The location of the ATM seemed illusive, I had to make a triple loop of the place before I finally managed to locate it and in, I went leaving my cheval behind. The guard was cosily sitting in his couch, inside the air-contioned room. The soleil had already done away with half my charms.... wiping my forehead and ready to fight my next battle; I Don Juan, enter the arena to face the mammoth Money Spitting Monster!.

The crowd cheers(if not jeers) the lone hero who dared to enter. I pull out my sword and thrust it deep into the monsters mouth! to my horror, the monster fails to yield! this was going to be tougher than I had thought... I quickly cast a spell the one given by my fairy god mother (ehem, The Bank Actually!) and the monster shows the first signs of defeat, I demand it to bleed 4000 drops of blood. The monster is reluctant and would not yield, I had to think of another way to defeat this monster. Again I drew my sword and stab the monster in the mouth, and cast a quick spell, this time I command him to bleed 2000 drops and voila! the foolish monster gives in. Now just as the monster thought that i would leave, I turn around and stab him again! cast my spell this time doubly sure and confident he will yield, and as expected he bled another 2000 drops... Haha, the foolish monster had just been duped by Don Juan the greatest master of deceit in all this world...

I leave the arena towards my cheval eagerly awaiting his victorious master. With a sparkle in my teeth, a twinkle in my eyes and a head held high I mount my noble cheval and continue my voyage;I was running late. I reach my official fortress where I expected to see the princess awaiting my return. Yummm the smell of good nouilles de maggie had set my senses ablaze, and the thought of the cool taste of l'eau savoureuse da la maison that would wash it down was sending a tingling sensation through me. (almost like spidey hehe). I reach the fortress where my soldiers were resting, it was saturday and they were all tired from the battles of the week. I reach my "piece royal" (royal room) and Voila! saw there my princess awaiting...

I Don Juan , having gone through so many ordeals had in fact forgotten to get the gift for the princess. Alas! what was i going to do... Don Juan's quicksilver mind in action cometh to the rescue ; A gift for someone you love... costs some monster blood, yes! A post in her memory... priceless...

Hereby Signed
Don Juan

The Metamorphosis

noreply@blogger.com (Blogger Gabby) — Mon, 03 Sep 2007 22:23:00 +0000

It was a warm summer afternoon, at around 2.45pm. I was pacing up & down the corridor just outside the operation theater, in the hospital. The nurses were popping in and out of the operation theater. Every time I asked a nurse about the progress, "Please wait, we will let you know" was the reply.

20 minutes had passed and my heart was beating faster as I hear a scream. A scream it was, but sounded like melody to my ears. My heart leaped with joy, my mind was still worried; I needed to know what was happening, was a moment of darkness and confusion for me . Out of the operation theater walks a nurse, carrying a bundle of cloth towards me.

"Congratulations! it's a baby girl" she said as I received the bundle with a broad smile and worried eyes. Yes, a bundle of joy it was... it was my daughter. "Th..Thank you... and how is my wife?" I asked her, "She is still to regain conscience, we will bring her to the room in a few minutes, don't worry she will be fine" she reassured.

I was holding a newborn in my hands for the very first time in my life. My eyes shed a drop of tear as I felt the vibration of new life in my hands. It is a moment to experience, words cannot do justice in describing it.

My moment of ecstasy was short lived when the nurse came back for the child, they had to clean up the child. There were minor complications in the delivery, but things were alright now.

The day was the 20th of July, 2002 at 3.05pm my daughter was born. I thank god for that beautiful day. A metamorphosis for me it was.... into fatherhood!

Gratitude

noreply@blogger.com (thus smiled love) — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 14:03:00 +0000

Oh God! you have given me a role to play in this circus called "LIFE". No matter what emotions i go through, nobody would know what goes on deep inside me, for the role that you have given me is that of "The Clown". Always see me smiling, even when i'm crying inside, with pain from a hundred daggers that have struck my heart. Oh mother! where are you? why did you leave me? I had promised not to forsake you again, and it was the first time i had ever promised!, but you made it my last to you... Oh God! why this cruelty? Aren't you the creator? Wasn't it your job to protect? or maybe you were jealous of me? You couldn't stand seeing her being there for me. If you wanted someone like her, couldn't you create one for yourself? or was she your masterpiece that you had given to me by mistake? did you just realised that? but this was unfair! unfair! unfair! I cry....Good Lord! I thought over it. Maybe you wanted me to stand on my own. Is this your way of making me realise my own strengths? I do not take back what i have said earlier. I do not owe you an appology. I am no heathen! no i am not! I love you Oh creator! I love you, it is this love that makes me talk to you openly without bounds in place. do i not have the right to ask you? Although you may not have given her back to me, you have shown mercy my lord!, by sending her back to me. No! not in her real form, but in a form where i would be serving her, taking care of her and giving her all the love thats due to her. You gave her back as a daughter. My sorrows have vanished and my joys doubled. For this dear Lord! I thank you with all my heart and my soul shall remain yours forever!

Love is cruel

noreply@blogger.com (Blogger Gabby) — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 19:12:00 +0000

Oh Love! how cruel you are
Like a mother, you gently caressed me in your arms
Like a father, you guarded me
Like a brother, you supported me
Like a child, you amused me
Oh love! Unlike death that is merciful and kills only once,
You kill me many a times
Oh love! How cruel you are
I can barely hear, I can barely see and I can barely feel
The pain that you cause numbs me…I have waited for you
So many years have passed by
I have nowhere to go
You are my only solace
My companion and guide
And when I’ve finally come to you, you turn away from me
Oh love! How cruel you are

My Inspiranion

noreply@blogger.com (thus smiled love) — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 19:33:00 +0000

I look up to you for inspiration
I'm trying to put in here an honest account of my situation
I'm sitting here writing onto this blog
words that come out of my mind, blurred by a fog
trying to think of what i could post
so when you see this i could boast
you bring out from me what was hidden
what i thought all along was forbidden
Oh sweet companion, you came from somewhere online
I believe you were saved for me like long fermented wine
I look up to you with admiration
I wish i could return this favor with a perfect dedication...

I would love to call you by a special name,
So I take the liberty to bend English a little
and call you my Inspiranion(Inspiring Companion)...

The Crush

noreply@blogger.com (Blogger Gabby) — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 19:10:00 +0000

Life was good to her. A college education, good parents, a loving brother and now her coveted first step towards attaining a PhD. There was no ripple in those waters though. Life gave her a pleasant jolt when she went to the univ one day. She saw him first by the balcony that led to her classroom. There was a gentle breeze that day and her vision was wearing a white shirt accompanied by a black pant. He was looking out at the bay pondering perhaps, she thought now with hindsight, how Dostoevsky incorporated romanticism into his novels or some such topic that would go on in his superior mind. Perhaps it was Anita that occupied his mind? Should he write that letter in blood or banal ink? She dint know all that then. That image of him stayed with her throughout her life. That was the beginning of her fancy.
Days were planned around his presence at the univ. Classes seemed to be a breeze, life a wonderful daze and he was the king of her world. If his cause was the dalit upliftment then she was for it. If Pink Floyd rocked then she agreed too. Dostoevsky became her favourite author. Jim Morrison her idol. Life was good to her. It gave her a taste of that crazy love.

True love

noreply@blogger.com (thus smiled love) — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 19:06:00 +0000

The Scene: A cozy sea side restaurant-wooden tables with white linen and chequered napkins-the couple sitting snugly by a window for a better view of the ocean-red wine in their hand-candle light shining on them-a lone red rose inviting him to give it to her.

HE: I wish I could freeze this moment in time.
SHE: (with downward gaze) I hope this moment never ends.
HE: (achoo) your green eyes dazzle in the candle light and the gold in your hair makes me crazy.
SHE: I love you my darling!
HE: (achoo…aaachhoooo) let me take you home my sweet!
(they pay their bills and with full stomachs and love filled hearts they leave the restaurant. HE gets the valet to bring his car and dutifully opens the door for her. Such was his love. They climb into the Cadillac and look longingly into each other’s eyes)
HE: will you love me forever darling?
SHE: I will my love.
HE: I think I’ve caught a cold honey!!
SHE: don’t worry darling. There’s nothing a warm blanket and hot soup cannot fix.
HE: are you teasing me honey?
SHE: no darling…its just a cold and when you get warm you will feel just fine.
HE: I could be catching my death from this cold darling, you don’t seem to appreciate the seriousness of my condition here ( this is followed by a series of aaachooooooo aaccccchhhhhoooooos)
SHE: come baby don’t be like this. I’ll take care of you. I love you my sweet!
HE: Oh! So this is all a big joke to you eh?...

All by myself

noreply@blogger.com (Blogger Gabby) — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 20:25:00 +0000

It is 90 minutes since i entered my room. I logged on to my messenger. My buzzes to my buddies are of no avail. How busy could this world be? i question myself. Where and what was everybody else doing? I wonder, if this is what people call loneliness. Just as i think of listening to some songs on my music system, the power goes. Was the best yet to happen to me? i wondered. The sound of silence is definitely deafening. I hear my own heart beat. I could almost hear a pin drop off my table. I hear several voices inside my head. Many a hue and cry. A hundred thoughts flash before my eyes, the loudest being the wonderful sounds of laughter and children. What good times they were! I savor the memories of a lovely childhood. School, exams and vacation, the candy-man, baker, tailor and the shoe maker. What thoughts they make! A feeling of awe and wonder, as though it were a perfectly blended cocktail of emotions. Thoughts of school always uplift. If I were Peter Pan memories of school would give me enough happy thoughts to fly...fly over this lost world and look down at what keeps my friends running away from each other...fly to all those lonely hearts and bring them together. As I continued to fly I felt a tug 'arrghhh' reality sets in. The electricity board has done its job perfectly once again and I can now connect to anybody in this world through my machine. However, with what I had just experienced would that be enough? Won't I long for a human presence, a feel, a smell, even a pat maybe, on my back. This world is still too much for itself and cannot bridge the chasms.

beauty divine

noreply@blogger.com (thus smiled love) — Sun, 24 Jun 2007 23:05:00 +0000

Beauty divine,
you're an angel to me;
lost in thy wonder,
to describe thee i have no words...

the botch...

noreply@blogger.com (thus smiled love) — Thu, 14 Jun 2007 12:01:00 +0000

Humor was his forte, but he was the worst writer. As much as he tried, he couldn’t even write a sentence without mistakes, leave alone a paragraph.

And then one day, out of the heavens came an angel, and hovered by his window. The angel taught him how to write, she gave him words. She gave him the writing implement. His thoughts and her words, they made a good amalgamation.

Days ran into weeks, and weeks into months. He always wondered how good it was. “All good things come to an end” this was something they mutually feared. Everything was going good and smooth between them.

His worst fears were to happen. One afternoon, the angel came by his window and in the course of conversation; she threw up a question at him. It was a question that would topple his world. He was shaking in fear, of the unknown that was to happen. He was not in his usual self. He was under the influence of an abnormal mind. His thoughts were clouded; he was not his good own self. For sometime now he had lost his humor and creativeness. He knew not what to reply. He did not know how to put what he had in his mind… he should not have spoken at all; he wished there were a power failure even before he uttered another word … could there not have been a disconnection that was a common scenario on every other day...

Alas! But this was to happen… and all the good things did come to an end… when he spoke the words that were not to be meant, the words, which came from his ever so fogged and unclear mind…

“You Hypocrite!!!” the angel cried… and flew away!

That was the last he had seen of the angel… with tears rolling down his cheeks and a heavy heart. No! His heart wasn’t feeling for himself, but for what pain he had caused the angel… by his un-thoughtful words…

He loved the angel with all his heart; the time they spent, had left an indelible mark in his memory, and a bonding that was impossible to be broken… not even by his kith… leave alone the kin…

With moist eyes and a grief stricken heart he sits beside his window and awaits, till this very day…

test by fire

noreply@blogger.com (thus smiled love) — Fri, 08 Jun 2007 17:53:00 +0000

HE had nothing worthwhile to do. HE had had a long day at work. SHE was visiting her parents and HE had reign of the house. HE had taken a refreshing cold water bath to clean off the grime on his body. FTV had given him total entertainment and HE had also noticed that the markets were doing well. Some of his stocks had even gained a few tens of points. HE was on a roll. Just then the telephone rang.
The Voice on the other side whispered into his ears, “how are you darling?”
HE answered in equally hushed tones, “ I’m fine my love.”
The Voice said, “do you miss me?”
HE gurgled, “ofcourse I do…I miss you so”
The Voice said, “i can still feel those tender lips on mine.”
HE : I dream of the time we spent together.
The Voice: can we meet again darling?
HE: I was hoping you would ask that.
The Voice: then that’s a date my loved one.
HE hangs up. HE has to make another call. It was late around 12 in the night. That wasn’t a problem. The call was important. HE dialed the number that had been at his fingertips for almost 4 years now.
HE: how are you?
SHE: I am fine dear. How are you? Did you eat your dinner?
HE: yes. You had a call. It was him. How could you allow….. (and so he started)
SHE: (with a lone tear gently meandering down her face holds the receiver closer to her ear) please….

wishing the best

noreply@blogger.com (thus smiled love) — Fri, 01 Jun 2007 21:31:00 +0000

hope this works out and the muses smile down with loving smiles blessing this endeavour with creativity.